The Poor Road

Road takes us to different places, But we do not praise it. Why? Why the people are so cruel? I am the person who help to join The two different places to meet them. Some humans walk happily, While some cruelly. When the children are getting late They be angry to me! Am I so cruel Lord! If YES, then why you made me so? If NO, then why the people do not praise me? I am happy when the small children Come to me with all the happiness they have With all the good praise of their parents And walk on me with their soft foots That's the time when I feel bad of me Because I am so hard that they are hurt by me. So please make the people understand My grief and praise me for my work. by:- Vrushani Thaker